Zhao Yanran kicked the unconscious Chu Heng irritably and whispered, "You are so useless!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you would be the future leader of Qingyun Sect and could give me some help, I wouldn't bother saving you!"

"And that damned person in black, you'd better not let me know who she is, otherwise I will cut her into pieces!"

Zhao Yanran picked up the iron sword that fell aside with a resentful look on her face.

She looked at the iron sword hatefully, as if she wanted to see through it, but it was just an ordinary iron sword. If there was anything special about it, it was only the poison attached to it.

But the ability of the system is related to her cultivation level. She is only in the early stage of foundation building now, and the things the system can recognize are very limited. It can't even recognize what kind of poison is coated on the sword.

Is she going to swallow this anger in vain?

The more Zhao Yanran thought about it, the angrier she became, so she simply threw the iron sword aside.

"System, didn't you say that the hero would appear in the Jingyue Secret Realm? Where is he now?"

"He is being hunted. In half a month, Song Jinzhi will be at Lingquan Waterfall to heal his wounds. I suggest the host prepare healing pills and wait near Lingquan Waterfall in advance."

"good."

Zhao Yanran looked at Chu Heng who was unconscious at her feet, not hiding the desire in her eyes at all.

Men are all the same.

Just snap your fingers and shed a few tears and they will be very happy and feel like they are the hero who saved you from the fire and water.

This is true for Chu Heng and Wu Yan as well.

What could be different about Song Jinzhi?

…

Half a month later.

Near Lanyue Lake, the young man’s face was pale, and his robes were already tattered. He was breathing slightly, but his fingers were still flying up and down.

In front of the young man, a large group of wandering cultivators surrounded him.

Killing people and seizing treasures had long been the consensus of this group of casual cultivators, but they just kept approaching the young man with their weapons, and no one dared to step forward rashly.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, put his fingers to his lips and whispered something, then suddenly opened his eyes and shouted:

"Set up the formation!"

In an instant, a strong wind blew, and countless golden lights poured out from under the boy's feet.

The young man took out the last high-quality spirit stone from his storage bag and threw it at his feet. One after another, complicated formations lit up, covering everyone.

The cultivators looked at each other, and one of them shouted, "Charge! Don't be afraid, he is already at the end of his strength, he can't hurt us!"

After saying that, without even looking at other people's reactions, he raised his sword and rushed towards the young man.

The young man held the Bagua compass in his hand, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. It was indeed as the casual cultivator said, he was already at the end of his strength.

He ran away without telling his family, but he was targeted as soon as he entered the Jingyue Secret Realm. He was chased and fled for more than half a month. All the spirit stones and elixirs in his storage bag were used up. The formation he just set up had used up his last bit of strength, and he was now somewhat unable to resist.

Looking at the big knife getting closer and closer to him, the young man panted, turned the compass, and whispered: "Li San, Fiery Fire!"

The next moment, the cultivator who was still running forward with the knife in his hand suddenly caught fire all over. He turned around in a hurry to seek help from others, but found that except for himself, the other cultivators were hiding far behind him.

"ah!"

The wandering cultivator wailed in pain and soon turned into a pile of charcoal.

The remaining cultivators looked at each other, and someone shouted loudly, and as if they had reached a consensus, all the cultivators rushed forward.

Behind the young man was Lanyue Lake, and he had no way to retreat.

Just as the young man was preparing to make a desperate attempt, a horrible roar suddenly came from the forest on the right, and the earth seemed to tremble, raising a cloud of dust.

The sound was getting closer.

Under the shocked gazes of the young man and the wandering cultivators, countless animals and spirit beasts rushed out of the forest, as if something was chasing them.

They panicked and many of them crashed into the boy's formation, but because there was a barrier around the formation, the animals were hit and their heads were bleeding.

"Is that... a crocodile monster?"

A casual cultivator pointed at the monster outside the barrier that was dizzy and dazed but still wanted to escape and said.

"There are also tiger monsters and monkeys!"

"Oh no! Did something happen in the forest that caused the beast tide?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the casual cultivators changed drastically. If it was really a beast tide, then the barrier of this formation would definitely not be able to stop it. Not only would they not gain anything, they might even lose their lives.

But before they could take any action, a purple figure rushed in front of them.

That was a little girl.

As the little girl approached, animals and spiritual beasts were constantly knocked into the sky, and the shores of Lanyue Lake were filled with the roars of animals.

The wandering cultivators huddled together tightly and dared not make any sound. Considering the brutality of this little girl, they might not be able to stop her.

The little girl chased the animals and spirit beasts all the way and ran away. The wandering cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment they saw the little girl running back.

Sheng He held the sword and looked at the group of wandering cultivators in front of him. It seemed that the cultivators were more resilient than the spirit beasts?

Sheng He's mind was in a mess. Before she could think clearly, Ao Shuang had already chopped out.

There seemed to be a barrier in front of them. Sheng He looked at the shivering cultivators hiding in the barrier and showed a simple smile.

Then he took out the Explosive Flame Pill from the storage ring.

With a loud "bang", the barrier was blown to pieces, and even the formation within the barrier was dimmed.

Sheng He held Ao Shuang, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep. There were many wandering cultivators fleeing everywhere, and then they were picked up and flew into the sky by Sheng He's sword.

Fall down.

The seventh move of Qingyun Sword Technique.

Go to heaven again.

Fall down again.

The eighth move of Qingyun Sword Technique.

Two casual cultivators went to heaven together.

"Ahhh! Fairy, spare me!"

"Fairy, spare my life!"

There seemed to be some noisy sound in her ears, but Sheng He couldn't hear it clearly. She just felt a fire burning in her chest.

Only when I swing my sword will I feel a little better.

By the time Sheng He finally vented the anger in his chest and his mind became a little clearer, those wandering cultivators had already vomited all over the floor.

Seeing that Sheng He had finally stopped torturing them, they no longer cared about killing people or stealing treasures, and fled from Lanyue Lake.

Sheng He didn't care. She shook her head vigorously, trying to recall what she had done in the past half month.

She remembered that she originally intended to kill Zhao Yanran.

Later, Zhao Yanran escaped, and she saw a red-gold feather.

Later...

Ever since she touched that strange feather, she had been inexplicably feeling hot all over, and the spiritual energy in her body seemed to be about to explode. She was like a possessed person, hitting whatever she saw.

She fought all the way from the swamp forest in the west to the Shenxing Forest in the east. She also chased those animals and spirit beasts along the way. She didn't know how many creatures she had knocked out along the way.